They Are All Gone Into The World Of Light, And I Alone Sit Lingering Here

They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.

Henry Vaughan: ‘They Are All Gone’

In her ears the chime
Of full, sad bells brings back her old springtide.

Lionel Johnson: ‘Oxford’